Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-12-23

ulP WIS puullSntti. anu ne WIS taUtiteu
frequently with references to his approach
calm, sad patience.
An instance in connection with these
prosecutions is especially pathetic. A Mr.
Whiteman came on the cars, and, advanc-
ing to where Andrews was, accosted him
PARROT, who gives the account, was
sitting on the seat behind, and could not
help hearing all the conversation
The merchant said what can you do
Mr.. Andrews about that $40 600 l let YOU
have for the purchase of quinine and
other thingss"
Andrews replied, "Mr Whiteman, this
is no time to talk about money II You
had done as wished you 10 do in Chat
taaoog,, you would have had all that
back. and twice as much .iore." parrot
understood andrews to refer to some pro-
position that Andrews had made to Mr..
Whitenau on his trial, and the failure to
accept which was the gre test disappoint-
ment that Andrews had then experiencetl)
Whiteman continued, is that all YOU
have to say, Mr.. Andrews
YES, sir, that is ALL" responded the
doomed man. With gesture OF deep
disappointment, Whiteman turned on his
heel and walked rapidly away.
The death procession reached Atlanta IA
little after noon, and the prisoners were
conducted by their guard to a room used
as barracks, two squares from the depot.
Here they were kept under close guard
awaiting the completion of the arrange
ments for the military murder The foot
chains had not been removed from An
drcws. and ms he walked up into his room
with the short, hating step that they re-
Quired. the clanking was horrible. Not
very much was said in these few sad
moments, Andrews did speak in his
quiet way of the better life, and his wish
to meet all his comrades in heaven His
words could not fail of making deep
impression. though hope of vengeance for
the coming deed would have been sweeter
to the poor boys than almost any kind of
prospect beyond the grave. But soon a
body of strange soldiers came up to the
building. Their commander entered and
asked Andrews in very respectful tone
II he was ready now. The latter answered
in the affirmative, and then babe Good
by to the comrades who had passed
through so many dangers with him.
The procession moved out Peachtree
street. the NEST fashionable and beautiful
street of Atlanta, and continued for about
two miles from the depot On the way,
the provost marshal asked Rev. w. J.
Scott, Methodist clergyman. to accom-
pany them and act rs chaplain. He
almost refused, but Andrews spoke in his
winning, courteous manner, saying. 81
would be glad to have you 60. sir" Such
an appeal Scott could not resist and at
tended him to the last, writing many
years after his recollection Of the affair.
A great crowd. in addition to the strong
guard, went along, but there appears to
have been no unseemly taunts or disorder
To Mr.. Scott Andrews gave substantially
the same account OF the enterprise that
has already been given, colored little by
the hsct thai he did not wish even in
death to say one word that might in any
way tnsarc those comrades who had been
20 true to him.
No clement Of pathos In the terrible
scene was lackiny. A few scores Of yards
from the road, in q little valley, a scat
Told was erected. There were thin woods